Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Peru and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing the Bar-Kays to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Saints. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deepchord,
Roxy Music,
the Human League,
Freddie Wadling,
Mars,
Surgeon,
Easy Going,
The Beau Brummels,
Funkadelic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rhythm & Sound,
MDC,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sonny Sharrock,
Newcleus,
China Crisis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scratch Acid,
X-101,
Todd Rundgren,
Stereo Dub,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Michelle Simonal,
Kayak,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Susan Cadogan,
L. Decosne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Icehouse,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Davy DMX,
Lalann,
Kaleidoscope,
Electric Prunes,
ABBA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Swans,
F. McDonald,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hashim,
Pharoah Sanders,
Patti Smith,
Shuggie Otis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Second Layer,
Livin' Joy,
Au Pairs,
Erasure,
the Normal,
Echospace,
Maleditus Sound,
The Vogues,
Circle Jerks,
Model 500,
Outsiders,
Shoche,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DJ Sneak,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.